When I was about 15 years old, I had the great privilege of meeting Paul Robeson backstage after a concert in Montreal. He was tall, beautiful, gracious. His voice was honey. You could feel greatness in his presence. He spent a few minutes chatting with me alone, quietly. I was just a little girl, but he spoke with me as if I were important.
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
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